Her Father's Shame

Chapter 4

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“Livia darling,” my mum’s cheerful voice interrupted my thoughts and, so sorry for using this but damnnnn!!! My momma looks beautiful. How the hell was my pot-bellied dad able to woo her during her youth when she looked even more beautiful? Well, that's according to the picture I saw in her drawer while doing a little snooping.

“Mummm,” I replied as I ran into her arms, my graduation gown doing its little drama with the wind. Awww, I missed this milky scent she has. My mum looked so proud that I wanted to get another award just to dedicate to her alone.

“My baby…” My mum cooed as she squished my soft cheeks, and I pouted while playfully swatting her hands away. Unlike my cute not-yet-explained baby, I’ll do that later. My mum was the definition of my younger sister. Although I was the youngest child of the family.

Is there any grammatical error?

I always feel pissed when people ask if we’re identical twins or if she's my younger sister. I mean, I very well take care of my face, even though I spend more than eighteen hours a day just reading, you think I’m a natural genius? Hehe, I wish, but I’m not. I’m just a regular, average student who was born with Hyperlexia, a condition/trait which a child develops an unusually strong interest in written words and reading, often at a very young age. Some children can read far above their expected age level.

Looking towards my dad as he stood with Mr. Hans Rudolf Keller, Aurelia’s father, I noticed his face looked as dark as the bottom part of a Chäschessi (pot). Why is he that angry? He better smile for once this month. Today was my graduation party and I dedicated my scholarship thank-you speech to him instead of mum.

I dismissed it, took pictures with Aurelia, Mark and other classmates before bidding everyone goodbye when it was getting late. My mum promised me she would take me to a spa date with my elder sister before leaving home this morning, but I just didn't add my dad’s temperament to the equation because the next moment.

"No one's going anywhere until this photo is explained"